Loves Deception

chapter 3

She had been looking forward to this day all week. Layla rushed through her classes hoping to get to the library each day and get a glimpse of her date but he never showed. That enough made her second guess her sanity for the umpteenth time. Did she really have a date with a brotha that fine? Now she stood in her bathroom looking in the mirror at herself self consciously. She pulled her hair atop her head and turned her face side to side. Maybe she should let Naomi give her the works.

She walked over to the walk-in closet they both shared, and scanned her side of the closet. Plain, cotton, stretch, boring. She allowed her gaze to linger on her best friend’s wardrobe. Dresses, heels, shorts, leather. Her head fell, she was hopeless. She sulked back to her bed and flopped down. She reached for the worn piece of scrap paper that had her smiling every time she read it. Suddenly she bolted upright. She realized she didn’t even have his number, only a frat house address, which she’d never been to the entire time she was at CSU. She fell back on her bed, her skepticism kicking in. So she was just supposed to show up at some frat house packed with guys, and wait for him. What if she never found him, what if he stood her up? What if it was some kind of set up? She didn’t know if she was comfortable going alone now. She knew she had to convince Naomi to accompany her. And if she knew her friend Naomi would go with her on one condition. She would have to step out of her comfort zone, which meant letting Naomi “work” her.

She walked into the living room where her friend was sprawled on the floor with books open. She watched her a moment. She was truly proud of her friend. Naomi never missed a study session and she was proving she was committed to their friendship. “Nae” she called quietly. Her friend looked up and frowned. “Tell me you’re not wearing that to the Omega house.” Naomi balked. Layla looked down at herself; she wore bleached skinny leg jeans and a basic white tee. “I don’t have anything to wear.” she said lowering her head. Naomi sat up and frowned, hating to see her friend so unsure of herself. “All you have to do is ask me Lay.” Naomi said softly. Layla sighed. “Ok,” she lifted her head. “Let’s go shopping.” Naomi jumped up and did a happy dance. “My three favorite words boo. Let’s roll!”

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"Oh my god!" Layla stared back at herself in the floor length mirror. Who was this stranger? Her hair was full of soft curls that framed her face and fell over her shoulders. Her face was "beat" which was the newest slang word for gorgeous. Newly arched brows, mascara covered lashes, and black eyeliner outlined her eyes. Smokey eye shadow and hints of pink surrounded her chocolate eyes drawing out their color. She wore light foundation, and peach gloss over her plump lips. Diamond studs sat in her ears. She had to admit the dress Naomi persuaded her to wear was sexy.

She stood wearing a sleeveless light pink t-shirt dress that fell enticingly over her full figure and stopped at her thighs. It outlined her breasts and hips. She pulled on a black sheer long sleeve shrug that covered her shoulders and arms and fell delicately around the dress.The first three buttons on the dress were undone giving just a peak of her ample 48 DD's in a black lace bra. She had on the matching lace boy shorts that hugged her butt.  Her favorite diamond necklace rested between the swell of her breasts. Her legs although short, were smooth and led to her size seven feet nestled in four inch black wrap up wedges. Pink toes peeked back at her. Resting on her ankle was her good luck charm bracelet. She never said it to herself before, but she looked sexy as hell.

"I need a picture of this, at least for proof that I looked this good." She said still staring at herself in awe. Naomi walked up behind her. "Trust me you'll get all the proof you need when every guy at the party wants your number." She said truthfully trying to boost her friend’s confidence. "I'm only interested in one guy" Layla said dreamily. Her friend sucked her teeth. "Yeah, the same guy who you won’t shut up about. Who you haven’t seen or heard from since when? Who didn’t even give you his number? I can’t wait to meet Mr. Mysterious for myself. You know I can spot a dog a mile away."